✍️ Usha Maniar

Today, on my way to work,
a sudden dizziness stopped me.
I sat quietly on a chair at the bus stand,
watching people rush—
to offices, to markets,
to villages, to temples,
and some, perhaps,
already on their journey to eternity.

For a while, I felt weak,
but as I sipped water
and watched the world run by,
a strange peace filled my heart.

I realized—
life’s truth is not in running,
but in pausing.

Like muddy water stirred by motion
becomes clear when it rests,
the restless mind too
finds clarity in stillness.

Life is too short—
why waste it in endless chase?

If we can quiet our desires,
control our needs,
we will no longer need to run after life.
Instead, life itself
will come to rest in our hands.

🌸 Pause… and life will unfold its path. 🌸

After you left, only your shadow stayed,
Each page I write bleeds with your name.
They say no one dies of love’s absence,
But I know—I stopped living the day you were gone.

Your image lingers, etched upon my soul,
A tender portrait time can never erase.
Every memory breaks me quietly,
Every silence is filled with your voice.

I have befriended solitude,
And tied my heart to pen and paper.
For a wife, her husband is the whole universe—
And without you, mine has turned to dust.

What joy can matter,
When every breath aches for you?
So I pray to the heavens each night:
Call me home,
Let me rest where you are,
For even eternity feels too long without you.

— Your Wife

I was married too young, without choice, into a family that never truly accepted me. My husband confessed he loved someone else and left me with divorce papers. My parents turned me away, saying their duty was done. I was broken, abandoned, and alone.

But a true friend gave me shelter. With her support, I found a small job in a packaging company. I worked day and night shifts, crying silently but refusing to give up. My first salary was just fifteen thousand rupees, but it felt like a million — because it was earned with dignity.

Step by step, I grew. Within two years, I became a manager. Fifteen years later, I hold a senior position in the same company. The same family that once rejected me now respects me.

My journey taught me one truth: nothing is greater than self-respect.
When blood ties fail, friendship saves you.
When the world doubts you, hard work defines you.
And when life breaks you, self-respect rebuilds you.

— Usha Maniar☕

Years later, I returned
to that old library...
the one where you first appeared,
lost in your universe of books.

A cup of tea by your side,
half a dozen volumes spread open—
I wondered how one could
breathe so deeply in words.
And in that quiet moment,
my heart chose you
without a sound.

You felt my gaze too,
as if your soul, somewhere,
was calling back to mine.
That silent current carried us
through pages, through time—
until one day,
the sky collapsed around me:
the news of your cruel illness,
your battle against fleeting days.

Then I understood—
true love does not need
to be spoken aloud.
It survives in the hush
of unshed words,
in the longing of a soul
that destiny denies.

You left the city for healing,
and then... you left this world.
That day, my breath faltered too,
as if I no longer belonged to life.

Marriage? My heart refused.
You had become a habit,
an irreplaceable part of me.
I took to books as you did,
living through pages,
yet always, with one cup of tea,
I still wait for you.

They say another birth awaits us.
If it is true, my only prayer is this:
in the next life,
you will surely find me.

— Usha Maniar ☕❣️

None of my friends ever grow old...

They are laughter woven in silken threads,
Rays of sunshine that never fade.
Even when life’s storms arrive,
They stand unshaken, strong, alive.

No pride of wealth, no vanity’s claim,
Their hearts are pure, their love the same.
In every moment, hand in hand,
They paint joy across the land.

With colors in hair, sparkle in eyes,
Dancing spirits beneath the skies.
Every step, a song, a glow,
Every smile makes the world bestow.

O Lord, keep them blessed and near,
Grant them laughter, love, and cheer.
For friends like these are treasures rare,
Timeless souls beyond compare. 🌹

They say silence speaks wisdom's truth,
But your quietness drew us apart.
Many times I shared my heart with you,
Whispered love, dreamed of joining hearts.

You never answered with words,
Just smiled and turned away.
I tried to read between your silences,
Yet your true feelings never revealed their way.

Life took turns unforeseen,
Family’s hopes drew lines we crossed.
I moved afar, to foreign shores,
With no trace of you in the chaos lost.

Now years later, I return anew,
Heard you've settled miles away from here.
Still alone, *****, unbound—
How do I comprehend this silent fear?

Your habit of few words, your quiet charm,
Built a distance neither of us planned.
Yet memories of you linger close,
Like whispered shadows, hand in hand.

Each day I write you a letter,
Each moment I wait for you tenderly.
How do I tell you how deeply I love,
Even as life surrounds us with struggles,
And responsibilities bind us to our homes.

Yet, knowing it all, my heart belongs to you.
And if we cannot meet, so be it—
We are like two shores of a single river,
Apart, yet moving side by side.
The flowing water between us binds our souls,
Whispering softly—
That distance can never lessen true love.

Yours,
Usha ☕

El decir es falso, el cumplido es falso. Una vez que el final haya traído será verdad, por incluso el cumplido se hace cenizas y el decir vuela como nunca estuviese.

I'm all too conscious of the change,
nothing strange, and nothing never felt before
not a shock,
perhaps the clicking of a lock
the subtle closing of a door,
a key has turned,
that well worn latch is dropped once more,
on what is done, a green and fertile time,
I hear the chimes,
which ring and sing a tune I know full well,
a tolling bell
for autumn